SCHROEDER AMADEUS LUPIN



"The wonders I've seen
Now that the dreams are all coming true
Who is the one that leads me on through"

What's your name doll? “ I am Schroeder Amadeus Lupin.”
What else do they call you? “I guess you could call me Ro for short. Some call me Ami..or Roeder—I don’t like it when they do. It doesn’t hold that musical ring to it. And others call me Lupin, or that kid with the fiddle.”
When did they put you on this earth? “I came into the world on February second, which is why I am in the year I am in.”
How many years ago was that? “I’m eighteen.”
Which way do you swing? “I’m pansexual I guess as music and potions is a part of what I passion over… or would that just make me bisexual?”
What runs in your veins? “I’m a half blood…”
Where does your allegiance stand? “Like my father and my grandfather, I got stuck in Gryffindor, I guess this makes me brave.”
What's that in your hand? “Lignum vitae wand, sixteen inches with essence of dragon’s whisker. It’s said to be the hardest wood of the forest .”
Are you make believe? “I am as original as one could get…oh you mean…sorry canon. I mean I am a Lupin after all.”

Tell me about those lovely tresses. “Naturally? Or do you mean what colors I like wearing it in? See the thing is I inherited from my father’s genetics the ability to change my appearance, I like going between my naturally burnettish blond, to rich gingers, and sometimes platinum. Though I do experiment.”
It's all in the eyes. “Again, I chance the color as well…naturally they are cerulean.”
It's all in how you work it. “I’m a slender lanky thing I suppose. I don’t have much muscle sides for my arms which I got from playing fiddle and have strong long fingers from that as well. Music is the only reason why my arms and fingers are strong. Otherwise I am an easy target for bullying as I am just odd.”
Isn't there anything special? “I have a eight note shaped birthmark just lower than my navel which is why my parent’s named me with such a musical name. I guess you could say they have quite the sense of humor. Other than that, I inherited the metamorphmagus gene.”
What's with your clothes? “I like your typical British attire, you know button up shirts, waistcoats, pocket watches, all that stereotypical stuff. When I am not wearing such or my school robes; I like wandering around in plain black ones. Black is a common color you will see me in when I am not all prim and proper. Because sometimes I like being a rebel just as much as I love my music.”
Say, don't you look like... Patrick Wolf.

What do you adore? “As silly as this sounds I love quiddicth, rugby, and cricket—thought I can’t play any of them as I am a klutz and would probably end up hurting myself which actually is what happened when I tried flying on a broom. Though I do find it fascinating. Asides from that I adore music. I adore every component into it. I love playing it, composing it, singing it, everything to do with it. I like my studies, potions, astronomy, books and I could go on about what sorts of books I like but I would probably end up boring you. I like composing words together and making poetry as well as telling stories. I tend to bunch myself into arts including the performing ones. I have a horrible sweet tooth for chocolate, blood pops, sherbet lemons, jelly beans, m and m’s, and jelly babies. I really like bananas and toast. And there’s nothing in the world better than a nice cuppa. Black is my favorite color and I really like going on adventures.”
What do you despise? “I hate brooms because they are a safety hazard, other than that I have nothing against them. I hate when people don’t know what they’re doing in potion’s class as it really drives me up the wall as it’s quite basic really. It’s an art rather like music is. I don’t fancy under cooked meat for some reason which is really weird as my sister and I are technically one fourth werewolves. I really hate horribly written books and when people nag me during my practice time. Or when they give you blank stares to when you list composers. Another really odd dislike of mine is reading trouble clef as the clef and I never stepped out on the right foot; which is why I really fancy playing with alto clef better. I hate playing scales as they grew dull as I have been working with music since I was around three. My first instrument was my voice. I don’t really like rap as I find it a disgrace to Mozart. Again the dark, alongside that enclosed spaces and nightmares. Asides for that I despise asparagus, mushrooms, and tripe.”
Tell me about your patronus. “Whenever I conjure my patronus which is a wolf if you were wondering I think of my music and sharing it with my sister.”
Is that a Boggart on your back? “Okay, this is rather childish of me but I have to say the dark. As I kid I always had a bunch of nightmares and ever since I think I’m scared for live over that.”
If you gazed into the Mirror of Erised... “I would like to meet my ancestors, as I never had the pleasure of meeting them as they are dead.”
I want some details. “I guess you could say, I am extremely capable of boundless enthusiasm even during the most inappropriate times. Despite my sense of childishness (which I am not going to deny) and tendency to act like a five year old, my age is slowly beginning to catch up with me. I know that I am an adult and have to eventually grow up even though I really don’t want to. I can’t keep running around like I will never grow up and fly off to Neverneverland. Behind this mask I wear I guess I am just hiding my feelings of loneliness. It’s just a game I started playing like Mozart of Bach when in fact deep down I am alone in the world. Locked up with my music and thinking that’s okay. I guess this means I am an optimist yet I still tend to lean toward a more realistic outlook on the world.

“Whatever is tossed in my way, I feel compelled, almost driven to prevent destruction and suffering no matter the cost. I blame myself for just about everything and I don’t mind tossing my life on the line for another life, which is why I guess I got shuffled off into Gryffindor sides for my naturally sense of finding trouble and adventuring. Trouble seems to be the middle name I never got dubbed with as, it’s ‘Amadeus’ and not ‘trouble,’ as it tends to follow me where ever I go.

“I guess you could say I like keeping to myself as I wish to do well in school just as I wish to do well in life. Music is how I distress as the end of the day. My sister knows that if there is the somber sound of Block playing from the edge of the lake that would be not a time to bother me. It’s how I express myself when I am not having the best of days. It’s also how I show my other feelings sides for my hair changing and all. I’m generally not very open at first, I am polite and such but I keep myself reserved until I get to know a person better, which is when I let my true self out of the bag.

“Lastly if anyone was wondering, I am an INTP personality type. I adore being challenged both physically and mentally. Epically game puzzles like chess. Anything that helps my brain grow really and too keep me doing something, as I need to keep myself busy. Generally I have a renaissance of things that I am interested in—especially music or anything to do with science as the two fit hand in hand like a glove. I am easy amused with new ideas and I allow myself to explore knowledge to see what I can learn from them, what I can use from them and thus use it to achieve greatness. Above everything else I value making my dreams a reality. I hope for my dream world to be his real one. Another thing is I really like breaking rules as I like testing the limits—as for me the sky is just a bound to be broke. Now don’t get me wrong. I like keeping in line with the school rules and all but I mean the ones of nature and --- I would break a school rule if I had to or felt it was the right thing to do but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here. Moreover I don’t fancy arguing with people as I am carefree and doesn't think about consensuses until it is too late.”

Where'd you come from? “Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom, Europe, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy.”
Where do you go home to? “London, England, United Kingdom, Europe, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy.”
Who are those things you call parents? Leonard Lupin [father, forty-six, ministry worker]
Patrice Pucey-Lupin [mother, forty-five, housewife]
Got any family you have to claim? Corrah Lupin [sister, sixteen, sixth year, Gryffindor]
Got any you want to claim? Beethoven [owl, seven]
Tell me all about your past. It was a cold night in February that Schroeder came into the world. His parents were visiting some family in Glasgow, Scotland when Patrice knew she was gonna have a baby. It was around midnight when all of the commotion began and so her dear husband Leonard rushed her to the closest hospital and several hours later at four in the morning she gave birth to her son, Schroeder. The name came into place when the doctor noted his odd shaped musical birth mark on his lower abdomen and so he became Schroeder Amadeus Lupin upon his birth certificate.

After his mother was well enough they took him back home to London, England where he grew up. As a baby he wouldn’t stop crying. He kept crying for no reason and he never shut up. Even now he still babbles wither it be with music or vocally. Two years later when he was a wee toddler his sister, Corrah came into the world. She as well as a winter baby and they hit it off right way. As soon as she got old enough they began playing music together. They were the bestest of friends and still are. When they weren’t playing with one another Schroeder was off exploring or reading. As a child he always had nightmares about different scary situations which usually entailed darkness or running.

When he was three he learned his first musical instrument, singing. A few years later when he was five he picked up piano but never got hooked to it so when he was around ten he picked up violin and viola. He also eventually picked up bagpipes and began composing some odd combinations of compositions. At the age of seven or so he made his first attempt on a broom. He was several stories up when he couldn’t handle the broom anymore and he fell breaking his leg. Ever since he dared not touch a broom as he found them to be a safety hazard. Schroeder decided to stick with his books and music as they were much safer things to tamper with; but he still went off adventuring.

He found out he was a wizard from a young age. His hair was always changing colors when he was tossing temper tantrums. His parents sat him down and explained the whole magic thing to him which made him want to go read more about it, which he did and soon began dreaming of the day that he would attend Hogwarts. The summer when he turned eleven he received his letter and the moment he did he began singing Elton John at the piano tapping away at the keys the various chords to ‘Crocodile Rock,’ and then on September first he was shipped off to Hogwarts on the train with his new owl Beethoven. Who was his first friend he met. Schroeder was amazed as he sailed on the boats magically drifting up the to the castle and knew from the start he would be in Gryffindor which was confirmed from the sorting hat yelling out the name. He ran over the table and settled down next to his fellow house mates. Who embraced him quite popularly for having such an odd mob of teal hair. He made some friends that year.

Schroeder grew up and somehow landed himself a commentating job with the quiddich matches when the girl who was doing them had graduated. He had quite a sense of humor when he sat there wielding his way through the match, making it sound as interesting as possible. His grades were on average but he was a good student. He was dedicated and even went for extra help when he needed it. Hogwarts became a second home to him and as he grew up into the adult he is today he learned a lot from it. In his fifth year he became a Gryffindor perfect which actually made him faint when reading the letter and receiving the badge. It was certainly shocking as he wasn’t exactly a straight o student but he was clever and took it most seriously. Feeling that he was an example now and had a duty to the school; which is when he became more and more isolated as he was always doing things for the school. His music became more of a weekend pastime and school work got loaded down on him as he was entering his OWL year and passed those and made his way into sixth year. Then he managed another year and now finds himself in his seventh year with new horizons to tackle. NEWTS are in the air and so is the task of discovering a newer evil on the rise….

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Drumming his fingers over the arm of his Captain’s chair that he wouldn’t let anyone touch when he was on the Bridge (as he had no idea what happened with his chair when he was sleeping, eating, or running around his ship) Captain James Tiberius Kirk started out onto the deck looking at his crew. He was getting bored just sitting there floating in outer space doing nothing. There was no action, no stars, no planets, just space and it was dull to look at. The scenery as one could imagine was blank, dark, and pitch black like the rest of space was. He felt ravishing for action, and nothing was unordinary. It was utterly dull for the self adoring Captain who was simply full of it. He couldn’t think up anything to keep him busy so he glanced over at Sulu smirking to himself as he found a nice little plan in the back of his head as Eva, the ship’s councilor keep pestering him to talk about his feelings. So Kirk had the lovely idea of bothering her and letting her on to think he might be willing to open up. His eyes forced upon Sulu who was sitting in front of him at his station. Kirk smirked as he watched him brewing up his scheme to perfection before he would ask him to take the chair as he dismissed himself. “Sulu,” he said in his big commanding voice that he naturally had developed over taking up the position of Captain. “Take the hot seat. Checkov, take up Sulu’s position, with the steering. Keep her in a steady course to something, interesting. As for everybody else, do what you’ve been doing. If you need me, I’ll be on the comms.” Kirk leapt up from his chair and headed over to the sliding door. “Sure thing, Captain.” Kirk nodded curtly and disappeared down the corridor trusting his crew. He walked down the walkway with the clacking of his black shoes against the floor. As he walked down the set of doors to the lift to go towards Sick Bay a few of his crew saluted him and he nodded and occasionally said a polite hello. A lot of them were low down officers he didn’t completely know nor doubted he would as he was too busy maintaining a ship. Stepping into the lift he pushed a button and headed down to Sick Bay. While he waited for the door to open he straightened his goldenrod colored command uniform and waltzed nonchalantly into Eva’s office without knocking. “I thought I would take up that offer,” he noted. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do.”

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